Every year I do the Sketchbook Project offered by the Art House Co-Op in Brooklyn, NY. And every year I don’t send a damn thing in. Well, last year I did. I think. It’s just that I get so excited about it and then completely drop the ball because of a variety of factors: fear, fear of being judged, fear of…being judged. And fear. Of being judged.
It (me) = Total Wuss.
I think that’s what it is. Plus, I feel like I have absolutely zilch to offer. Who wants to see drawings of dismembered humans whispering secrets to other, naked, humans surrounded by red ribbons? No one, that’s who. I haven’t drawn that yet, but it’s in the works.
Until then, here is an in-progress picture (self-portrait type thing) of me whispering to me.